Camilla's POV continues
“Just wait and see, I will strangle it to extinction soon as it is born. It's only a matter of what, five or four months?” I laugh. “Wait for it, and you can watch me do it.” I vow, my feet staggering back until I'm out the door, with her running right after me.
“Cami wait, I'm sorry.” she implores, a little too late for that apology. If she minded her business and let me do what I wanted to do, there would be no need for that apology.
Pausing in my tracks, I turn to glare at her. “Don't you think you've done enough for me? Leave me alone or I swear to God, I'm going to throw myself off the fucking ledge of your bedroom balcony.” I warn, walking away from her.
Why did she go back on her word? She said she'd stick with me no matter what my decision was, but the moment I made one she didn't approve of, she went and did the opposite of what she proclaimed she'd do.
I don't want a baby for a reason, this isn't me just trying to be bitter or rebellious, I don't want a child with Adrian. Being tied to him is worse than being mated to him, having his child is an admission to a never-ending cycle of seeing him.
I have no desire to see him or coparent with him, I would rather drown this baby or feed it poison. The guilt would haunt me but I would be free of him forever, that peace is worth stealing my humanity away, what's it anyway, I've lost it all already.
I'm walking to my room through my blurred vision, tears flowing equal to water fountain outside the main pack house when my body is lifted off the ground, twirled in sir for a second before I'm set back on the cold floor. “Hey Beautiful,”
“Not now King,” I sniff, wiping my face on his hands and storming off, with him calling out to me. I'm about to slam the door of my bedroom in his face when he blocks it, coming in right after me. I leave him to do his shit, tossing myself on my bed and ignoring his existence, until he asks that one stupid question he does whenever he sees me silent.
“What's wrong, are you hungry?” he asks.
“No, I'm fucking pregnant!” I cry out onto my sheets.
“Oh, I see. But listen, Belle was worried about you that's why she-”
My body lifts from the mattress, “Wait, you knew?” I ask, watching his face and mouth freeze, mumbling inaudible nonsense. “No, just leave me alone.”
“Beautiful it's not like that, she needed advice and...”
“Simply leave me alone please, I don't think I can talk to you right now.”
Kingston nods, turning to leave when Karla comes running inside, crying her eyes out when she stops in front of him. “Mommy,” she sobs.
Kingston picks her up, and she screams. “Not now Karla, mommy needs to be alone for a bit.”
My hands work their way to my face, wiping my face clean of all tears and I sniff. “Put her down,” I tell him.
Without question, he puts her down, her screams now silent and she runs right into my arms, tears streaming her face. My arms wrap around her, caressing her softly, “There, there baby, what's wrong?” I ask her, placing a kiss on her head.
The door if my bedroom closes, the sound not missed in my earshot despite my focus being fully diverted to Karla. “Tell me why you're crying baby.”
“Ciara pushed me and I pushed her back but then, Chyna, beat me.” she sobs, shuddering in my arms.
I don't know who those kids are but I do know one thing, they're sisters and Karla never wins with them, she wins with one the other knocks her down, I've been staying out of it because it's not my business.
How other people raise their children doesn't concern me, how I raise Karla does and she's nothing like that. I wipe her tears with my hands, hushing her.
“How about we lay down and you tell me about your day at school?” I ask, trying to divert her attention and it works, she nods against my chest.
I reach to the side of my bed, grabbing her a couple of tissues and cleaning her face when she rises from my chest. “That's a good girl,” I praise.
Laying down on my back, Karla snuggles on top of me, her hands tightly hugging me. I caress her hair, blinking back tears of my own until I hear her sobs go silent. “I love you Mommy.”
“And I love, loveee, love you my future Alpha.” I tell her, tickling her. Her body shifts, her giggles filling the room.
“Mommy, can I get a princess birthday party?”
“Yep,” I nod, my hand brushing my back. “My baby gets whatever she wants because she's such a good girl.”
“Really, even a sister to beat Chyna?”
“Maybe.” I whisper nonchalantly.
“Mommy, can I tell you something?” she yawns.
“You know you can tell me anything my love.” I tell her, placing a kiss on her head.
“I love you,” she whispers, grinning against my chest, I don't have to look at her to see it, I know she smiles whenever she says "I love you."
“I love you too my sweetheart.”
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